Ennis walked out of the family’s HQ in Old City District. It had been a long day, a long night, and a long day before. Some friends had died, including his own crewleader. He was then immediately called to Chicago to help quell an uprising. Crazy, eh? There wasn’t much other than adrenaline and whiskey that was keeping him going. 

He stopped for a moment to take it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds. Whilst he liked it here, he’d always felt a certain pull towards Bella Vista. 

Some people talk about the history etched in its buildings, the vibrant energy, and that is all part of the charm. But for me? It goes back further, to the stories. 

My father also made his name under Godfather Cadhla, and the Bella Vista Bulletin was a constant in our household. So for me it goes back further, to the stories. When Godfather Cadhla entrusted me with the opportunity to establish a crew here, it felt like more than just an assignment. It was a calling. 

Ennis immediately thought of two people who’s help he needed, to share the news, and get this thing going. He managed to find the first quickly. 

“Bella Vista. I’m putting a crew together. You in?”

“I’m in. Just remember there’s more to running a crew than just reading newspapers.”

“I won’t, that’s why I have you. Welcome to An Sealladh Bòidheach”.